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Warm Skin

It is not often that your mind and body are at one so you contemplate. How do I proceed? Honest affection has become sexual greed. Even love between two good souls can still bring about a destruction end. Once you’ve moved the palm of your hand softly across their gentle skin, your mind convinces you that there is only one way to go from here. As your temperature rises, there is a slight hesitation. Do you keep caressing their body while admiring their beauty? Or do you stop in efforts to protect this sacred being from your poisoned ideology? As your subconscious tries to process these questions your eyes has already made a decision for you that you can’t seem to resist. So soft, so warm, so nurturing. They too have become susceptible to your touch. You don’t want to stop and why should you? I mean what’s wrong with exploring the physicality of the one you are in love with?… As you start to drown yourself in an ocean of lustful bliss, your mind sends you into the depths of a spiritual dilemma. Yes this beautiful skin is too tempting to ignore, but is it worth the guilt you will soon endure?

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Engulfed in Flames

Lust was the fuel, impulse was the match, and sin was the flames. As I stand in the middle of this roaring fire, my heart and mind are suffering from asphyxiation, yet my body is without injury. Temptation is what I want to pursue as my mind becomes more skewed. Physically I stand strong but emotionally I am wearing down. Temporary satisfaction is want my body yerns for. His love makes me long for more. So much time has passed since the last time we touched. Sinful thoughts run through my mind as my body becomes aroused with lust. The flames grow as I continue to ignite these emotions. Everything else around me is burning and ashes are filling the atmosphere. The only sounds I hear are the flames and a familiar voice crying aloud. Disobedience was never the motive I swear. I am setting my soul on fire by giving in to this temptation. Resisting those urges is my weakness but what is hurting me is not the guilt I feel for having these thoughts, but the fear of dragging you into this fire with me.